"Pay no attention to the grass, the beetpulp bucket and the hay! I'm starving! Santa, will you bring me a cookie?"

But for ride management (and faithful assistants to ride management), sleeping accommodations included a roof...and a kitchen table!

The bunkhouse where Jim and I stayed over the weekend is part of the beautiful Blue Ridge Ranch complex, which celebrated its centennial in 2013. The Usual Suspects joined us for breakfast on Friday morning--a feast, as usual.

Friday morning before the Endurance 101 clinic (of which there are no photos, sorry), Jim and I went out on the quad to "check" the blue loop.

This was mostly an excuse for the two of us to explore some of the beautiful countryside.

Jim very sweetly drove the trail at the pace of a trotting standardbred
so that I could experience some of the fun I would otherwise miss on ride day.
As usual, I took pictures--and what's a picture of trail without "ears" at the bottom?

On the steeper slopes, I hopped off and followed the quad down the trail. Easy-peasy! Who even remembers the part a month ago where I couldn't walk? Not me!

While we were out, we saw some of our friends pre-riding the trail.

Green Bean Margie on Magic, and Dory on her green horse Win.

Duana and Hana, Patty and Flower

Guess who knows what is stored in the pockets of quad riders?

Totally. Not. Afraid. Of. Quads."Give COOKIES!"

I can never get enough of these trails. When Monica went out to scout some photography locations, I tagged along.

Re-seeded fields all the way to the horizon

Monica's stealth van is a full-size Chevy...but it seems very small
when surrounded by all that pretty.

Back in camp, Roo proceeded to lose her tennis ball about a million times.

I love this dog, but I'm quite sure there are snakes in that gully. Erch.

When the rain returned, we re-convened at the Fish Camp, under canopy roofs

A Santa and his Floof, it's a beautiful thing.

Two pretty girls

...and of course there was more eating.

Tim's famous sausage soup, and lots of fixin's.

Not everyone was invited to dinner.

"We will trade kibble for sausage soup?"

After an early bedtime, the riders were up early for a 7am start.

This photo was taken at the first vetcheck, around 9:30am

Since the trail went through the front yard of the bunkhouse, I just meandered out into the barnyard around 7:15 with a tea cup in one hand and a camera in the other.

They all completed the 50...and the next day

She got down there by herself, and she got right back up again

Patty was hardly sore at all (thanks to a winter of working out at the physical therapy gym). There is no photo of Duana doing this...(and I shall leave the rest of that sentence for the imagination of the reader)!

Although it's difficult to believe, I did not actually die of jealousy. But as soon as I got home I took the Dragon out for a ride.